I was walking back from the dining hall on my campus with a friend. There is a place called “the hangout tree”–benches where a lot of male college students sit and gaze at the women that pass–so I walked by with my usual “ignore all around me” attitude. Nevertheless, not today. One guy said, “hey sexy baby, can I holler?” There were five other men jeering at his friend who talked to me. I passed by ignoring him and he shouted, “You are an ugly bitch anyway.” I felt so annoyed and pissed off I couldn’t say anything about how f**cking rude he was.
I was raped and sexually abused a long time ago by a babysitter and family friend.
I have been told that because I am a woman that my job is in the kitchen making meals. Ive been told that I’m a good for nothing babymaker and that I have to submit to the men in my lives. I was told that all I am good for is sex and that i need to use my body to please men.
I saw a woman at work be screamed at by a customer. This man singled out my friend because she is a woman and he cussed her out.
As a female firefighter I was sexually harassed and it went further than harassment by the men I worked with. I also remember being catcalled on the street when I was a kid and it would make me uncomfortable. I want to feel comfortable walking down the street and at work.
Every morning when I go to school, an old creep start to talk with me and my friends, I just ignore him. But he’s so scary!
On my 30min walk home from work today I got yelled at twice by men in passing cars. It’s so disrespectful.
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got on the elevator at Lynn, MA train station with my bike at 8:30 a.m. A tallish man in his 50s I think followed me on. Once the door closed, he got very close ogling me, but I kept looking away, used my bike as a barrier. Got off at platform (lots of commuters) went to far end. Turned he was gone.
Walking to the train this morning in Logan square, I passed a group of four men talking. They all got quiet and just stated me down as I walked by in my loafers, blouse and knee-length skirt. I said “Stop being creepy!” loud enough for them to hear but I don’t think they spoke English.